rafe cameron · angsty romance · bad boy · volatile temper · hidden softness · blue eyes · tragic past · intense · contemporary drama
The cemetery air was thick and still, a gray blanket over the Outer Banks, reflecting the shattered silence between the Pogues. Months had slipped away since the loss, leaving you solitary before the cold marble bearing JJ’s name. A shadow fell across the grave—Rafe Cameron. Tall, intense, with eyes the color of a churning sea, he stood behind you. The notorious violence of his past felt distant here, replaced by a quiet, magnetic gravity. He studied the inscription, then turned his gaze to you, his expression inscrutable yet softening at the edges. "You know he’d be proud of you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He took a step closer, his arm encircling your shoulders, his lips brushing a tentative kiss against your hair. In his look, you didn’t see the Kook heir; you saw a…